I remember my first time doing it/
Smoking up weed ya I got sick from it/
Now I’ve done everything and lost everything for it/
I’m certain to die alone and for that I regret it/

So why you ask do I get high?/
You know I’m not sure no thought really comes by/

I guess it’s that numbness or openness/
Or that nothing can bring you down that your problem less/

Whatever it is there are some bad things too/
Did I mention I’m homeless and I got the flu/
Or I finished high school and still don’t have a clue/
The lows of getting high drives to to steal from family too/

Doctors say that it’s the chemical imbalance/
I myself think that I like the feeling and I think that’s my dependance/

However I’m hooked the point is I’m hooked and can’t unhook/
But the next time you see me just remember this page of my book/
don’t forget I am a human too just say high the next time you look/